ㅤㅤ[ In The Dark, 90th grow ]

🎇🔥 : " Basic birth death rate .. future"
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│Some periods of our growth are so
│confusing that we don't even recognize
│that growth is happening.

💋╱ Folkslore: We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening.

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ㅤㅤ.. 💋 ╱ Memories with pleasure.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤFOLKSLORE: OF PAINS.

ㅤ'Wind knocks it wrestles with your sealed doorknob your ceiling clings to the sky desperately water erupting up, clouds form ranks, they sob lava bubbles and burns red in tree leaves. It cracks your lungs, the insects feed and seed sharp black mold carries you, life and death kiss they sleep together in your bed, while you bleed out unknowingly, mortalities bliss. While bones shred, it won't blink, some god's don't cry people are weeping, forests are reaping each soul sanctified, bodies purified silver church bells ring, rows of roses sing.

WHISPER MEMORANDUM ..
Earth's tissues tearing apart will consume from carcass's red pulp spring will bloom.

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SCRIPTER: There has to be a secret place in backstreets of our mind in those narrow little alleyways that we're never meant to find. A store of all ingredients Stacked high on tiny shelves with everything we'll ever need to make each of us ourselves: 19.45.

│A place for all the special things that we
│feel but cannot touch like sweet jars full
│of emotion and our pots and pots of love.

💋 .. (Secret place) Boxes of our hopes and dreams gift wrapped for us to share with everyone who is anyone that we want to show we care. Those small pieces of all of us we leave with those we meet Windblown seeds of friendship cha-that make our lives complete. Perhaps one day we'll find it beside that portal to the light as we take our final journey Into that long goodnight.